Before I left for college, a long time ago, and in world far away, my mother took me to a laundramat, showed me how to use the machines, i.e. washer/dryer, cold water, soap, bleach, fabric softner, ….you know the drill
She made it very clear to me that the only clothes that I was to bring home were clean ones. Not being real smart, I later came home with a bag full of dirty clothes. About a week later, I realized they were still in the bag, and she had no intention of changing their status.
By the time I got to law school, I learned that there were business that would “wash, dry and fold” your clothes, usually better than you could.
Also, along the way I seem to have accumulated a stunning wardrobe of t-shirts. White, gray, colored, names, places and events too many to mention or recall.
I had meant to write this long blog post on how I had come to view t-shirts as the mile markers of life, when today I went by this wash, dry and fold place nearby.
Walked in with a “Windows Tablet PC” t-shirt on, and the nice lady smiled, reached behind the counter and handed me a stack of clothes that I had dropped off about 3 months ago, and had no clue that I left there.
Her comment was, that she had lost my name and number, but would recognize my t-shirts anywhere!
The dry cleaner I use depends on where I drive by the most. About 7 years ago I used one in my home town since that is where I worked. Starting 6 years ago I used one in Lakeland, Florida.
Earlier this year I returned to my old dry cleaner after an absence of almost 5 years. As I walked in the door, the owner behind the counter immediately said, "Hello Mr. Hallett, good to see you again."
5 years and this guy remembers my name.
Posted by: Josh Hallett | May 20, 2005 at 08:29 AM